chuckled. “You better!” I flirted back with the stupidest grin on my face. I turned away and looked out the window so he wouldn’t see how giddy I’d become. My face twitched from smiling so hard. “Sooo, have you ever fucked any of the celebrities you’ve interviewed?” He raised an eyebrow. “That is not any of your business. And even if I did get banged by a celeb, it would be strictly off the record. I would never admit something like that, not to the tabloids, not to anyone, and certainly not to you,” I responded firmly. He took his hands off the steering wheel to give me a slow, dramatic applause. “I’ve heard about you, but now I get to see it for myself. I have to give it to you. You are quite the professional, or at least you try to be. You stick to getting your story no matter what.” He put his hands back on the wheel as he took his eyes off of the road and looked me up and down. The longing in his gaze made me more attracted to him than ever before. I hesitantly uncrossed my legs as I made eye contact with him. I could hear my own heartbeat resonate inside my ears as I wondered what Christoff would do or say next. He didn’t leave me in anticipation for very long. With one hand on the steering whe el and one hand in my lap he confidently wedged all four of his thick fingers in the narrow gap between my legs and he slowly slid his hand under my dress and up the length of my inner thighs until his thumb was toying with the outside of my under wear. I instinctively spread my legs. He rubbed his fingers against my clit over my underwear. My excitement was just starting to soak through the thin lining of my satin panties when he slid his hand out from under my dress up my abdomen, across my stomach and underneath my breasts. I released the breath that I didn’t even realize I was holding, as Christoff returned his hand to the gear shift. My legs fell open even wider as I melted into the seat. I wanted more but on this rare occasion I didn’t know if I should ask for it. “Someone seems a little turned on,” he chuckled playfully, with a hint of arrogance. I bit my lower lip and nodded my head. “Yeah...” I uttered breathily as I glanced over and saw an erection starting to rise beneath his pants. He smiled as he switched lanes. My heart palpitated as we matched pace with a bright yellow Jaguar. “So how bad do you want me?” he asked with a seductive curiosity in his voice. “I think you already know the answer to that,” I breathed almost inaudibly. “What was that?” he asked confidentially, returning his hand to my inner thigh. “We probably shouldn’t be doing this... but I really want to.” “Really?” “Mmmhm,” I nodded, spreading my legs for him. He slipped my panties to the side and began to play with my clit. It made me feel warm and giddy. He slipped two of his long thick fingers deep inside of me. My abdominal muscles tensed as he slowly slid his fingers in and out of me. I looked over at him; he had a full erection now. It looked like his cock was fighting to get out of his pants. I started salivating as I thought about how I wanted to kiss him and run my tongue all over his athletic body. I was so wet with excitement. He slid his fingers out of me and pressed them against my throbbing clit. He rubbed his fingers against me in a slow circular motion and my heart began to race for what felt like the hundredth time that night. He leaned in close to me and breathed in deeply. “Mmmm, you smell so good when you’re excited,” he murmured in his deep melodic voice. He rubbed me faster and faster and I felt a warmth well up in me and over take me. My muscles spasmed intensely and my breaths became shallow and quick. “Oohhh!!” I let out a soft involuntary moan as I climaxed. I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath. “So you’re not mad at me anymore?” he teased as he removed his hand from underneath my dress. I looked over at him breathlessly